Life is really not worth while

    If we cannot leave behind us

    Some excuses for a smile!

    Which when I read it some

    Of these Brain-throbs

    Jumped over the fence, climbed a

    Telegraph pole, burst its

    Cylinder head, exploded all its

    Tires

    And then turned around and

    Barked at me.

   Some eighteen months ago I took this brilliant bunch of brain burrs to my esteemed Publisher and with much enthusiasm invited him to spend a lot of money thereon.

   The Main Stem in the Works informed me that he had his fingers on the public pulse and just as soon as that pulse began to jump and yell for something from my fiery pen he would throw the

    Silly Syclopedia

   at it.

   Then he placed my MS. in the forward turret of his steel-armored safe, gave me a fairly good cigar and began to look hard in the direction of the elevator.

   Last week, while searching for some missing government bonds, my Publisher found my sadly neglected MS. He at once reached over and grabbed the public pulse. To his astonishment it was jumping and making signs in my direction.

   In a frenzied effort to make up for lost time my publisher then yelled feverishly for a printer.

   Enclosed please find the result.

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